📍 Location: Mandap, Grand Wedding Hall, Pune
🎭 The priest begins chanting wedding mantras as the hall fills with stunned silence.
Saanvi Joshi
(Struggling, whispering)
“Aarav, this isn’t a marriage… It’s a deal you forced upon me.”
Aarav Rathore
(Holding her hand tightly, voice dangerously low)
“Call it what you want. The world will still call you my wife.”
Vishwasrao Joshi (FL Father)
“Saanvi, step away from him!”😡😡
Saanvi Joshi
(Heart racing, eyes darting to her father)
“Baba… I—”
Aarav Rathore
(Pulling her closer, his grip tightening)
“Choose, Saanvi. Walk away and watch your family crumble… or sit down and become my wife.”
Her breath catches. The cold warning in his voice is real. Her father’s political empire? Aarav could destroy it.
Tears well in her eyes as she looks at her trembling mother. If she refuses… her father will wage war against Aarav. And she will be the reason for it.
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📍 Mandap – The Rituals Begin
Saanvi slowly lowers herself beside Aarav in the mandap, her hands trembling.
The priest continues—garlands are exchanged, the sacred fire burns brightly.
Aarav Rathore
(Leaning in, voice a whisper only she can hear)
“Good girl. You finally made the right choice.”
Saanvi Joshi
"I didn’t choose you. I chose to protect my family.”
Aarav Rathore
“It doesn’t matter, Maharani. The end result is the same.”😏
Aarav takes the sacred sindoor, dipping his fingers into the red powder.
Saanvi Joshi
(Looking at the sindoor, frozen in place)
💭 (This is it. Once he does this, I am bound to him forever.)
Aarav Rathore
(Lifting her chin, looking into her defiant eyes)
“You are mine, Saanvi.”
He presses the sindoor into her hairline, marking her as his wife.
Saanvi (A single tear escapes, but she doesn’t flinch)
Aarav smirks, fastening the heavy mangalsutra around her neck, sealing their bond.
The priest announces their marriage as complete.
The wedding hall erupts into murmurs—whispers of scandal, shock, and fear of the Rathores.
Vishwasrao Joshi (FL Father)
“This isn’t over.”😁
Aarav Rathore
(Coldly, taking Saanvi’s hand in his grip)
“It is, Joshi. Your daughter belongs to me now.”
📍 Aarav’s Mansion, Rajasthan – The Royal Welcome
🏰 Saanvi sits in the car beside Aarav, staring blankly out the window as they drive toward his grand palace.
Saanvi Joshi
(Whispering to herself)
💭 (Maharashtrian brides are welcomed with warmth… but what will a Rajputi welcome be like for a captive bride?)
Aarav Rathore
“Regretting it already, Maharani?”
Saanvi Joshi
(Clenching her fists, not looking at him)
“You will regret this before I do, Aarav.”
Aarav Rathore
(Chuckling darkly, leaning in close, whispering in her ear)
“You can try to hate me all you want… but every king needs a queen. And you? You were always meant to be mine.”
As they approach the grand Rathore Palace, Saanvi realizes—she is no longer just a Joshi. She is now bound to the most dangerous man she has ever known.
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📍 To Be Continued…
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